The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1268: Simple and Pure

Connor. Lily. Myers.

One by one, they came on stage exhausted, but without any time to rest or breathe, without greeting or pause. They just glanced at Anson in the recording studio, then joined Anson and took their seats with ease.

The recording room suddenly became crowded.

Not only is it crowded, it is also chaotic, with complex visual and auditory signals.

I feel dizzy and lost.

However, the band members seemed content and unperturbed by the chaos and noise. They were busy with their own things and focused on their work.

Up ahead, Anson was still stroking the strings, concentrating on playing the melody.

Miles, who was the first to finish preparing, looked at Anson, waited patiently, listened attentively, and looked for the right moment to gently pluck the strings and join in the performance.

Miles, holding the cello, did not use a bow but plucked the strings with his fingertips.

The string sounds are low and rich, supporting the guitar melody like drum beats. The ethereal and lively notes are silently entwined on both sides of the "drum beats". Branches seem to grow wantonly in the melody, making the impact of emotions clear and condensed. The scattered thoughts quietly gather in the performance in front of you, floating up and down.

Then, it was Connor.

When Connor joined in the performance, Miles changed his playing style. The addition of the bow allowed the cello to return to the essence of string music. The melodious and lingering string sounds traveled between the guitar strings like clear springs, and formed a resonance of different voices with the low and rich string sounds of the bass.

Each musical instrument shows its own personality and highlights its color. They are completely different yet complement each other, colliding harmoniously and lightly to create sparks.

The gentle and sad, bright and fragile notes are like fireflies flying all over the sky, flickering and sometimes disappearing, sometimes dispelling the darkness, dyeing the night sky into a hazy peacock blue.

Finally, there is Lily.

She was not in a hurry to play the melody, but used independent and clear notes to stir up ripples, just like a beginner using one-finger Zen. She didn't even have a complete syllable, but relied on each note to bring about a graceful and moving chemical reaction in the harmonious melody.

Structured.

The noise and chaos gradually faded away, and the world became quiet again.

Everything seems quiet and magnificent.

Reese calmed down again.

She has always known that music is the resonance created by the collision of different musical instruments. Unfortunately, contemporary pop music increasingly uses electronic synthesizers, so that it is often impossible to accurately distinguish the colors of musical instruments by relying solely on ears.

However, the scene before me makes the timbre and personality of the instrument appear clearer and brighter than ever before, and the resonance of note after note converges into a trickle, stirring up a huge wave deep in the soul.

It turns out that singers not only need to resonate with the lyrics and melody, but also need to connect with the audience and the instruments. Only by truly understanding the resonance behind the notes can they give the performance a vivid soul.

The principle seems easy; but it is never easy to transform theoretical talk into something you truly understand and apply.

In his sight, Anson was so focused and enjoying himself so much. He was completely absorbed in the sound. Between the collision of his fingertips and the strings, he seemed to be able to see tiny dots of light flowing and venting, and finally gathering into a sea of ​​stars at his feet, quietly swaying, swaying, and wandering, slowly falling freely from a high altitude without having to worry about being smashed to pieces, but instead crashing into a sea of ​​​​splendour.

Not only Anson, but everyone else is like this.

So, is this “another light”?

Reese didn't watch last night's Grammys, and to be honest, she had no interest in it.

But the aftermath of the awards ceremony was so strong that the whole of Hollywood knew about it. Even Memphis heard the news, and the rumors continued to spread.

However, Reese still didn't care too much -

That was the music world, she was an actress, she needed to stay focused. It was just that right now… Reese was a little unsure.

Anson still did not sing, there were no lyrics or voice, only melody; but the instrumental performance was still able to feel the power of emotions and the layers of the song, showing the charm of the melody in a simple and natural way.

So fragile yet so tough, so sad yet so bright, so slow yet so surging, those contradictory words blend together perfectly, magnificent and grand, making people immersed in it.

Inextricable.

When people talk about music, they tend to think that it must include singing; but even now, symphony music still does not need to be accompanied by singing to create a heart-stirring effect that makes people look up to it.

Moreover, music can transcend languages ​​and cultures and build bridges between different people. The essence of this is not because of the lyrics or the singing, but because of the true feelings contained in the melody.

So, what role should a singer play when singing?

"Reese..."

Reese was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she had completely forgotten the passage of time, but she was startled by the call, and her eyesight moved hurriedly.

It turned out to be the recording engineer, and he gestured to Reese.

Anson was calling her with his eyes.

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she?
What did Anson want her to do? Was there something he needed help with?

Reese looked around, her eyes blank, not understanding Anson at all.

In the movies, a glance seems to be enough to complete communication; but obviously this doesn't exist in real life. Reese looked at Anson and spread his hands.

Anson just laughed.

However, Anson did not explain, but looked at the band members.

The performance, with seamless transitions, begins with Miles’ cello.

Miles seemed a little excited. He stood up, put down the bow, supported the cello with his shoulders, and began to play the strings with both hands as if he was playing a harp.

It is light and cheerful, with a typical swing style, which makes people dance gracefully. The music has its own rhythm, and their feet dance uncontrollably as if they were wearing the legendary red dancing shoes.

Tap, tap, jump, and spin.

The notes also began to dance joyfully.

Then, Anson and Lily exchanged glances, the guitar and keyboard played at the same time, and their fingertips could be clearly seen jumping lightly, the dazzling, flowing melody bouncing above the heart.

And of course, there's Connor.

It can be seen that Connor was extremely happy. He took a step forward holding the bass and swayed like a rock star. The roar and heaviness of the bass sound unexpectedly became the protagonist and touched the hearts of the audience.

Ruixi was stunned, completely stunned, and couldn't react for a moment:

This... This is June Carter's classic "Juke-Box-Blues"!
This is a song that combines country and swing, and the clear and lively rhythm is the highlight.

June Carter's original version highlights the presence of the guitar, relying on the bright and light guitar playing to emphasize the characteristics of the swing style; while Anson and his friends use the strings of the bass to create a deep and heavy rock rhythm style, but at the same time still retain the lightness of the original version, making people want to dance to the melody.

The dance gene is stirring——

Anson extended an invitation to Reese with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)